Monday, November 2, 2009


Memory is a way of holding on to things you love,
the things you are, the people you never want to lose

The worse thing is caring about someone, wondering how
they are and what they're up to when the
truth is they've stopped wondering
about you a long time ago

You're still here in my heart,
not just an occasional thought in my head

Dear brain, sorry for overloading you with thoughts of him.
Dear tummy, sorry for all the butterflies.
Dear pillow, sorry for all the tears.
Dear heart, sorry for all the damage.
Dear me, sorry for being head-over-heels in love with him.

I don’t hate him.
I loved him until I figured out it hurts a lot less to just not care

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